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Why do I write? I have always been a storyteller. When I was a child I was always making up adventures in my head. For years my imaginary friend was a squirrel called Patch, and we had all sorts of adventures on Farmer Brown’s farm. I was, and still am, a dreamer, a creator of worlds and people.
I get bored easily, I’m smart, and I am cynical so I suppose storytelling is an escape, a way of doing things I could never really do. My late grandmother would tell us stories about ‘The Duchess’ and my late father had some really quite dark tales about various household implements that would go on the rampage, have adventures and cause mischief — thanks Dad – I get my twisted sense of humour from you too.
There were always books in the house and we were encouraged to read. My father was partially blind, and struggled to read normal print books but would persevere if he couldn’t get large print, and I think this determination to enjoy the worlds within words, despite his difficulty gave us all a love of literature.
At school I was the kid making up the story or poem for the class display. As long as I can remember I’ve been weaving words. It’s part of me, part of my heritage and part of my soul.
I write because it brings me joy (and I hope others too), because I have countless stories to tell, because there are worlds and people who want to be free from mere thought, and because I can’t not write (sorry, nicked that line from Sweeny Todd). But being a word-weaver is different to actually publishing and selling a book. For me – telling the story is easy – publishing the damn thing is hard.
As a publisher I have learned marketing, cover design, editing, formatting, social media…
Don’t ask me why I became an author – I’ve always been a storyteller, I can’t help it. Ask me why I decided to publish.
The Secret of Blossom Rise – A Ghost Story is now available as an audiobook, narrated by Lesley Desalles
At just under an hour this is a great lunchtime listen.
When a young nurse accepts a job at a former military hospital, she unearths a family secret and finds the spectral occupants a little too familiar.
This is a short ghost story.
Here Be Pirates Bundle
Pirates, marauders, ghosts and legends of dread and daredevils of steam fight foe, heroes and one another to bring you adventures from the high seas, outer space, time and myth. Here Be Pirates, Me Hearties!
The Blade Was Not Brass Meyari McFarland
Heart’s Revenge Michael Jasper
Hook Island Russ Crossley
Stealing from Pirates Stefon Mears
Bloody Betty, Queen of the Pirates Russ Crossley
The Scarlet Curse Rita Schulz
The Wise Guy and the Pirates Russ Crossley
Duchess Rampant Alison Naomi Holt
Queen of the Pirates: Jessica Keller Chronicles #2 Blaze Ward
Confessions of A Bold Maiden Rita Schulz
Where the Purple Grass Grows J.A. Marlow
Gare à celui qui négocie avec les monstres ! Un héros fait une entente avec une sorcière et apprend que la magie n’oublie jamais.
Contes mythiques dans un pays de magie interdite.
Les contes d’Erana, une nouvelle sombre de Fantasy.
This truly moving book is un-put-downable. The story of a service dog – Napal and those whose lives he touches will make you exalt at the bond and love between man and dog, marvel at the courage of some people and cry your heart out.
When Jason Morgan is critically injured on a secret mission he believes his life is over – unable to walk, in constant pain, unable to be a father to his young family, no job, no hope of anything but a life of pain and depression. Then a remarkable dog joins his household.
Napal is a miracle on four legs. Intelligent, loyal, and loving. He not only brings the family back, he gives Jason something to live for, a non-judgemental helper, a talking point, and eventually a new relationship. With Napal at his side Jason achieves more than he ever thought possible.
The book is incredibly engaging, if in places covering very emotional and dark issues. I found myself entranced by the delightful Napal, his first human raiser – who himself was disabled, and developed a bond for life with the puppy he’d selflessly raised to help another. Jason himself is a warrior – broken – but able to rise up and overcome almost insurmountable odds to regain his life, and his independence.
If you aren’t moved by this book, if you don’t have tears in your eyes, you have no heart, and no soul.
The best book I’ve read all year!
#Book Review #Animals #Disability #Love
The variety of people I interview never ceases to amaze me. Recently I was in Arizona on a business trip. My producer called and asked me to interview a friend of her mother’s. She assured me there would be a story. I was expecting an older woman, that’s not what walked through my door.
“Hi I’m Alexis Greene, you can call me Lexa. Sarah asked me to come in for an interview.” Lexa said politely as she stepped into my room. She was about my height with caramel skin, deep brown curly hair, and large brown eyes. She wore leggings and a blouse that fell off one shoulder. Underneath was a large dragon tattoo. Lexa straightened her top, but part of the head remained visible.
I offered her a seat in the only other chair in my small hotel room as I got situated. “So, Lexa can you tell me a little about yourself?”
“Well like I said, I’m Lexa Greene. I’m a werewolf and my mate is Hunter Silver a dragon and the Enforcer for the Southern Territory. We haven’t been mated very long. Of course I haven’t been out of the witches cage very long either.” Lexa told me like all of it was common knowledge.
It took me a moment to process what she said. Werewolves, dragons, and witches all in one sentence was enough to make your head explode. I didn’t know if I should believe her or laugh. Although, whether true or not, my last interview with Hayden North who claimed to be a dragon was one of my most popular. I took a deep breath and started the interview.
“It certainly sounds like you’ve had an amazing life. I see why Sarah asked you to come by.” I smiled at her, “Would you say Hunter is the love of your life then?”
“Hunter is my life now. You can’t imagine what it means to have a mate until you do. Even as a wolf I didn’t truly understand. He was made for me and the sex… well” She smirked, “everyone should be so lucky.”
“What quality do you like most in a man?” I asked her. It was always interesting to hear what people found attractive in their loved ones.
Lexa didn’t pause yet the answer she gave surprised me. “Honesty, and integrity.” Lexa must have sensed my surprise because she went on. “Hunter is handsome, strong and very capable. But I can get that anywhere and I can take care of myself. It was his personal code that got me. When he gives his word he stands by it. If he can’t it nearly kills him. After being hurt before that’s pretty important.”
“If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?” I asked her.
Lexa looked troubled. There was a tear in her eye when she answered. “It’s not fair to him. We aren’t equals. I’m not as strong as he is and in the territory he constantly has to protect me. If I could I would be stronger for him.” Lexa swiped at the tear as she looked away pulling herself together.
“What is your greatest regret?” I asked her hoping I wouldn’t make her sad again.
Lexa actually growled which made me jump “I regret not killing the witch that held me captive personally. He kept me there far too long.”
Her eyes were an eerie golden color and a million miles away. I had to change subjects before things got out of hand. “On a lighter note; what is your biggest extravagance?” I asked quickly.
Lexa’s eyes warmed then darkened once more. My doubts about her being fully human were starting to fade. She smiled again, “My double chocolate caramel cake. I love to make it. Hunter and I could eat the whole thing in one sitting if we don’t watch it. He says I’ll make him fat, but really a fat dragon?” Lexa shook her head giggling slightly at the thought.
“Is there a word or phrase that you use too much?” I asked trying to get things moving again.
“Yes, oh… yes, yes,” Lexa moaned then she laughed some more.
I sighed trying not to think about what she was insinuating. “Alright Lexa, last question. Is there one skill or hobby you’d like to learn?”
“I would love to learn how to sing. My wolf can do it so beautifully, but I sound like crap. Hunter swears I sound like a cat in heat. It really could come in handy in the future.” Lexa looked perfectly innocent. I wondered if she was being serious or somehow referring to her previous answer.
“Well thank you Lexa that’s all I need.” She stood as I did and shook my hand. “By the way how do you know Sarah?”
“Her mother’s friend Rachel and I went to culinary school together. I heard she opened her own restaurant and is doing quite well.” I stared at her openly now. I met Rachel a time or two she was in her early fifties. She went to culinary school over 20 years ago. Lexa still looked like she just graduated.
There was a knock on the door distracting me. “That would be Hunter, was there anything else?” Lexa asked.
“No sorry, thanks again.” I walked her to the door and opened it. Waiting patiently outside was what looked like a male model. Hunter was over six feet tall with blonde hair and moss green eyes. I understood Lexa’s amusement about a fat dragon now. Every inch of Hunter’s exposed flesh was covered in muscle. He didn’t pay attention to me though. All he saw was Lexa. He wrapped his arm around her and said a polite hello and goodbye to me before they left. I closed the door wondering where I could meet a dragon. Then I caught myself. When did I start believing in dragons or werewolves?
Title: Hunted: Dragons of the South (Book 1)
Author: Rebecca Tran
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Hunter Silver was sent to Arizona to clean up the Southern Territory as their new Enforcer. After nearly a year on the job, things are finally falling into place. Life was ideal. That is until a starved female werewolf wanders into his life. Hunter’s dragon says mine before it ever meets Lexa. This has trouble written all over it. Can Hunter save the territory and Lexa or will he be forced to choose?
After waking up in a cage, Lexa Greene runs as far as she can before nearly collapsing from exhaustion. With her memory gone Lexa has no choice but to trust a handsome stranger. Lexa’s wolf wants Hunter before her human half ever realizes what she is. But Lexa can’t start anything until she’s pieced her life back together, or can she? Will Lexa risk it all for a chance at love or will she run again?
Lexa watched Hunter across the table. She couldn’t take her eyes off him actually. Surely she’d met handsome men before. Why was the attraction to Hunter so strong? She wanted to hold his hand. Feel his skin on hers. Have his hands all over her. Taste his lips. Lexa felt the heat build between her thighs and tried to think about something else.
Lexa asked Hunter about the territories hoping to distract herself. He explained that there were four territories: north, south, east and west. Asher stayed in the east, his brother Chase the North, Mac was here in South and Jacob lead the west. Asher oversaw all the territories though, none of them would challenge him. Then there was Zachary Lee. He led the Asian dragons in the states. He only recently formed an alliance with Asher. Much to his chagrin, his daughter mated one of the northern dragons. Zachary’s daughter and her mate were responsible for killing the witch holding her.
Lexa still wanted to know why she was being held. What purpose it served. Hunter wouldn’t tell her though. He said he didn’t want to spoil the evening. Lexa didn’t either. She let the subject drop. It was the same reason she wasn’t asking about the wolves. Lexa knew she was supposed to be one of them, yet she knew nothing about them. All she felt was fear and anger when she thought about it. A low growl formed in her throat. She caught herself and looked up at Hunter. He only asked if something was bothering her. Lexa waved it off.
Hunter reached across the table and took Lexa’s hand. It was supposed to be comforting. Instead, his touch was electric. Lexa was thinking about things she shouldn’t again and pulled her hand back with a smile for him.
After dinner, it was still early. Hunter suggested a movie and Lexa was relieved. She wasn’t sure if she trusted herself to spend time with him alone at his house. Public places were a much safer option. Hunter drove them to an older theatre just outside town. She was a little overdressed but who cared. Women watched Hunter. It annoyed her. Couldn’t they see he was on a date? The growl was starting again, and Lexa swallowed it down. ‘He is ours.’ Lexa looked around for the source of the voice. She heard someone laugh.
“Something wrong?” Hunter asked her.
“Did you hear that?” Lexa whispered up to him. Hunter said he didn’t.
‘Only you can hear me, Lexa.’
Lexa jumped. Hunter pulled her close worried. “Why?”
‘I am your wolf, and Hunter is ours.’
“Shit,” Hunter looked down at her worried. “I thought maybe, just maybe you were wrong about me. But, no. I have some voice claiming she’s my wolf talking to me.” Lexa explained. Hunter chuckled. She smacked his chest. “It’s not funny.”
“At least she talks. Chase’s dragon is wicked smart, yet he refuses to speak. Well, he did until he took a human mate.” Hunter told her.
He paid for the tickets and walked Lexa to the concession line. “You talk about them like they are people,” Lexa remarked.
“They aren’t animals even though we call them our beasts. They are intelligent creatures. Each has their own personality and desires. They think, dream, love and feel sorrow. You’ll understand once you get to know your wolf.” Hunter assured her as they found their seats.
Lexa thought she wanted to see the movie. She paid attention for the first half. Then Hunter took her hand in his, and his thumb drew circles absently on her skin. It sent tingles up her arm. She cuddled in close resting her head on his shoulder. Hunter wrapped an arm around her. She could smell him. The delicious scent made the desire worse.
Hunter must have had the same problem. He bent down and kissed Lexa. She offered her tongue. Hunter’s lips parted for her as his arms pulled her closer. Lexa’s hands roved over the taut muscles under his cotton button up. She loved the feeling of him. He was strong, solid, and covered in muscle everywhere she touched. At that moment Hunter was letting her touch a lot of him.
Hunter loved kissing Lexa. It was unlike any other woman. She knew exactly how to tease his tongue with hers. When to tug on his lips. Where to put her hands. How he didn’t know, and he really didn’t care. If he didn’t stop soon though a whole theatre of people was going to get a show that wasn’t meant for public audiences.
Hunter pulled away, and Lexa pulled him back. Her hand pulled his hair just hard enough to prove she meant business. Hunter smiled against her lips. He was so turned on right now it was uncomfortable. She was worth it though. Hunter would let Lexa tease him any day. Her hand ran up his inner thigh. Hunter had to stop her now. He pulled away and resisted when she tried to start again.
Lexa was breathing heavy, and he smelled her desire clear as day even with the butter on the popcorn permeating his nose. She probably smelled his desire too, and it was urging her on. He leaned over and whispered in her ear asking if she wanted to go or stay. Even in the dim light, Hunter saw her cheeks flare red. Lexa said stay her wolf said go. Until they were on the same page, nothing was going to happen.
Hunter took her hand again and watched the movie. She let their hands rest in her lap for most of the movie. Occasionally, though she would move it to his and snuggle in close for a bit. Then she’d snatch a kiss and retreat to her side of the armrest. Hunter didn’t mind. He’d wait for Lexa as long as he needed to.
Special News: Hunted is coming to Audible Summer 2020
Author Biography: I am a mother, author and blogger. I love all things fantasy and sci-fi, throw in a little romance and I’m hooked. I have two little girls and two dogs, so that makes four kids. I am the nerdiest of nerds who can’t choose between Star Wars, and Star Trek. I still think its funny that it took a whole team of Avengers to save the planet when Dr Who just needs his sonic. And for those who don’t know Anime is not cartoons for grown-ups. If you want to learn more about me or my work visit my website https://rttranbooks.net
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¡Bienvenido al blog de la Biblioteca de Erana! Este es el blog del autor británico de fantasía y fantasía histórica A. L. Butcher.
Aquí encontrarás detalles de mis títulos actualmente disponibles en el idioma español. Todos los títulos están disponibles en inglés y muchos de ellos en otros idiomas, incluyendo italiano, portugués y francés. Si estás interesado en un título en particular que no está disponible en tu idioma, por favor, no dudes en enviarme un mensaje y me encargaré de hacerte saber si este libro es posible que sea traducido.
Todos los libros están disponibles como libros electrónicos en el enlace universal – que le llevará a su tienda preferida y algunos están disponibles como copias impresas.
Gracias por su interés y espero que disfrutes de las historias.
Los diablillos de la cocina y otras historias lúgubres
Una colección de historias cortas y oscuras
Diablillos traviesos, calcetines extraviados, ladrones astutos, y dioses sorprendidos integran esta colección de cuentos cortos de ficción fantástica. Seis historias cortas llenas de travesuras y caos.
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Cuando los humanos vienen a talar el último bosque, se llevan una desagradable sorpresa.
Un corto y oscuro cuento de fantasía sobre la ira de la naturaleza.
En un mundo donde la magia es ilegal y los elfos son esclavos, ¿te atreverás a escuchar los cuentos de antaño? Cinco cuentos místicos, de magia y monstruos.
La luna sobre el agua: la historia de amor entre una diosa y un guerrero y la terrible maldición que trajo.
El cuento de Treyna, la amada: cuando dos dioses rivales ansían a la misma mortal, hasta los cielos se retuercen de magia.
El hijo de la tormenta: un solitario mago encuentra compañía en una criatura de la tormenta, pero la magia cuesta un precio, ¿cuál será?
El frasco azul: una lección que hay que escuchar atentamente porque, de lo contrario, se cometerá un error embarazoso.
La leyenda de Oeliana: la historia de una ninfa y un sapo, magia invocada por celos y deudas pagadas.
Es el año 1888 y el lugar es Whitechapel, en el corazón de Londres. Un corazón que sangra. Un misterioso asesino acecha a las mujeres de la calle, su verdadero nombre es desconocido pero su leyenda pasará a la historia. Este es un relato acerca de Jack el Destripador.
Cuando la guerra llegue a sus puertas, ¿quiénes sucumbirán ante la catástrofe? Una historia corta sobre la determinación de una mujer durante tiempos de guerra
Ganadora del premio “Chill with a Book” otorgado por Chill Awards.
Author name: Miriam F. Martin
Please tell us about your publications, specifically the story in this bundle:
Thanks for including my book in the Rainbow Romance bundle. My real name is David Anthony Brown and I write under the Miriam F. Martin pseudonym, and I created the Siren’s Garter branded erotica books. I created the Miriam pen-name to hide my erotica titles from prying coworkers at the day job. It’s not a well kept secret, so I don’t worry about sharing my real identity. (And if somebody at work discovers my erotica, then whose fault is that?)
Rainmaker, included in the Rainbow bundle, is a short lesbian erotic novella set in a fantasy sword-and-sorcery world. I was very much influenced by Xena: Warrior Princess when writing this one. Like a lot of viewers of that show, I found the chemistry between Xena and Gabriella incredibly hot and wondered why they were never more than just friends. While Alana and Paige (the protagonists in Rainmaker) are not Xena and Gabriella, they are both strong, resourceful women who know what they want and are willing to fight to protect those they love.
What first prompted you to publish your work?
I totally went down this path for money. But my path to publication was not a straight forward one. I dabbled with writing in my teens and early twenties, especially after I earned my bachelor’s degree. Writing became a career for me in 2008, because I had a career I didn’t enjoy anyway get wiped away in the Great Recession. I couldn’t see myself working in a “normal” job for the rest of my life and stay sane, especially if everything got flipped upside down again in another recession. So naturally I started writing fiction.
I didn’t jump on the indie bandwagon until after the ebook gold rush was already over. My first indie publication was in 2012, which was a small collection of fantasy and horror short stories. Since then, by my last count, I have over 70 publications including short novels, short stories, and collections.
Are you a ‘pantser’ or a ‘plotter’?
I’m very much a pantser, though I prefer Dean Wesley Smith’s metaphor of “writing into the dark.” I often start with little more than a working title and a character’s name, and make up everything as I go. For me, writing a story is like exploring a dark cave with nothing more than a flashlight—I discover a little bit at a time, often take wrong turns, and have no idea where the story will ultimately take me.
The goal for me is to enjoy the story I writing as if I’m the reader. If I don’t know where a story is going while I write, neither will the readers. If I manage to pleasantly surprise myself, my readers be surprised too. So I never think about the plot beforehand.
What piece of advice do you wish you’d had when you started your publishing journey?
Two pieces of advice, but they sort of go hand-in-hand.
One, talent is a myth. Nobody is ever born to be a writer. You reach a point in life where you feel ready to take the leap, but the leap is just the beginning of a long journey. If you ever for one second believe you’re “special” or “talented,” you’re done as a writer. You’ll never learn new craft techniques. You won’t take risks. You probably won’t even produce all that much fiction. Writing is a skill learned over many, many years of practice. Talent is just a measure of your current skill level. Everybody pretty much starts at the same place.
Second, be patient with yourself. Nobody expects an undergraduate psych major to be any good as a psychologist. That profession requires a doctoral-level graduate degree and years of experience in the field. Writing is not much different, except instead of going to a college you have to cobble together your own education. It takes years to develop the skills needed to entertain an international audience of millions. So, be patient and keep learning and practicing and publish everything you write.
How influential is storytelling to our culture?
They say history is told by the winners, and that’s true enough, but I’d add that history is told by storytellers. Often what we think we know about ancient cultures comes down to us through stories. Homer was definitely more interested in giving his audience compelling stories that would make them feel good—so in the Iliad and the Oddessey we get tales of men with super-human strength and cunning, though not necessarily historically accurate versions of events.
Storytelling is part of human nature. Whether it’s sharing office gossip or getting lost in a new favorite book, we are all born with an innate desire for story. Story is part of our identity as a culture, and it feeds a deep individual desire for adventure and heroism.
How much research do you do for your work? What’s the wildest subject you’ve looked at?
Technically, not a lot. But then, after a few of years of focusing mostly on erotica, I haven’t had a book that required deep research. I’m a geek for history and science though, so I spend a lot of time studying subjects that may or may not be ever used in a story. So I’m a bit of a trivia nerd and sometimes that comes in handy when layering in a bit of color to make a story feel right.
Mostly I do five-minute research to find the one detail I need for a story. For example, when I wrote the short novel Never Marry the Femme Fatale, I spent five or ten minutes looking through online gun catalogs to find the sort of gun the main character would carry in her purse. Not real sure if I even used the name of the gun in the book, mostly I just wanted to know what it looked like and what bullets it fired.
I’ve spent a fair amount of time research sex toys. Which is probably why Amazon gives me a lot of strange recommendations.
What’s the worst piece of advice you’ve received about writing/publishing?
Write sloppy. Yeah, I know, this one gets passed around so much it’s cliche and just about everybody believes in it. But I believe writing a shitty first draft harms the story telling process.
Like I mentioned above, I write into the dark and make up the story as I go. What I’ve discovered is that the little details can often change the course of a story in surprising ways. I used to be the type of writer who would bracket things I needed to write later—for example [WRITE SEX SCENE LATER], and then in a second draft come back through and add a sex scene.
The problem with that is the actual sex scene I write might be entirely different from the sex scene I imagined. Plus, especially with sex scenes, the characters often discover things about each other or themselves that become major plot points. I can’t discover those plot points for myself without writing the scene. And if I wrote the scene in a second draft, I might have to change the entire book to accommodate the new discovery. So it’s far, far easier to simply write each detail and each scene as I need it and let the story organically build on itself. My first drafts come out a lot cleaner too, which makes editing go smoother.
Tell us about your latest piece?
On the erotica side of my publishing business, I recently released two new short story collections—Sexy Unusual and Date Night. The first is erotica that features ghosts—the living having sex with the spirits of former lovers and ghosts having ghostly fun. The other is, of course, all about couples having sex after (or during!) a hot date.
Lately, I’ve been busy writing fantasy and science fiction short stories. The plan is to write a three volume short story series called Stay at Home Fiction and publish them by the end of 2020. I’ve got the first volume nearly complete.
What’s your next writing adventure?
I’d been thinking a lot about Rainmaker before you offered to include it in the Rainbow bundle. You see, I always intended Rainmaker to have sequels set in the same world but with new characters, which is why the book is subtitled A Femme Elemental Erotic Novella. I have a bunch of false starts with the sequels, where my creative voice said, “Nope, that’s not the story I wanna tell.”
Now, nearly three years after releasing Rainmaker, I feel ready to write Fire Dancer, the next book in the series. No clue what it will be about, but I recently had an idea for how to open the book, which made me chuckle. For me, chuckling is a good sign I’ve found a story I want to tell.
No promises on when Fire Dancer, or any of the other sequels, will be finished.
What is the last book you’ve read?
Narrate and Record Your Own Audiobook, by M. L. Buchman. It’s exactly what you think it’s about, and I’d recommend it to any indie writers wondering about audio editions. (Personally I’m not ready for audio. Just researching.)
The last fiction book I read… I’ve been really digging Kristine Grayson’s Charming series, and just recently finished the first trilogy omnibus.
Is this the age of the e-book? Are bricks and mortar bookshops in decline?
Tricky questions to answer, and the covid-19 pandemic makes everything in the near future unknowable. E-books are here to stay, but I think it’s safe to say that readers will still demand paper editions for some time yet. Publishers can now use print-on-demand to produce high quality paper books for low cost, without needing a warehouse to store inventory, and allow the reader to purchase the physical book on demand and have it shipped directly to them.
If brick and mortar bookshops continue to exist, they may not ever be the same. It’s not enough to rent a space in the shopping mall and fill bookshelves. All retailers need an online presence in addition to physical presence (whether they sell books or clothes). It’s certainly possible to run a small bookstore that also sells books online (via their own store website, as well as Amazon, E-bay, etc). Is it economically feasible? Maybe not… Only time will tell which businesses survive the pandemic. Personally I think most bookstores will be online, and they’ll sell both paper and e-book editions, but part of me wants to see brick and mortar stores continue to thrive too.
With the influx of indie authors do you think this is the future of storytelling?
Before 2010, books like Rainmaker weren’t possible. It would’ve been too short for a traditional publisher, too long for a short story magazine, and has too much sex for many of the romance imprints. I could’ve pitched it to places like Samhain and Ellora’s Cave, neither of which exist anymore. Rainmaker might’ve been licensed to an erotica e-zine for three cents a word and then forgotten entirely. Or at worst, tossed into a trunk and never seen the light of day.
Being indie, I’ve been able to give the book both paper and electronic editions. I’m in control of the cover design, the sales blurb, where copies are distributed, etc. The book will never go out of print. And now, three years after I wrote it, I can still make money from it. I can still write the sequels if I choose. Also, if needed, I can rebrand the cover design, rewrite the sales blurb, and license it to wonderful bundles like Rainbow. I love that kind of freedom.
The covid-19 pandemic will almost certainly devastate the Big Five traditional publishers in the United States, who depend entirely on paper sales and have way over-priced their e-book editions. But the indie publishers like me will be fine. My entire business exists on a MacBook and operates on a shoe-string budget. And my stories continue to earn me money through the pandemic, and will do so into the future. Being a newer and non-bestseller writer, if I were tied to the Big Five, I’d be going down with the corporate ships. Indie is the most viable way to earn money as a long-term professional writer. Except for sending short stories to magazines, I can’t imagine ever playing in the traditional publishing system.
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Once upon a time, Miriam F. Martin was a princess who ruled a planet Earthlings call Mars. Her reign ended when somebody decided women were really from Venus. Confused about her identity, she ended up between worlds. Putting away her tiara and scepter forever, she now flattens her ass in a cushy chair while writing smutty erotica. You’re welcome.
Miriam F. Martin is a pseudonym created by David Anthony Brown. He owns Hermit Muse Publishing and writes fiction in other genres, including science fiction and fantasy. He lives in Minnesota.
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From holiday romance and sexy roommates to crime drama, and short tales of female fun bring romance and raunchiness.
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Doors of Shores Meyari McFarland
Witches of London – Lars Aleksandr Voinov
Flux Olivette Devaux
Out of Disaster Meyari McFarland
The Gay Vampire Next Door Rod Mandelli
Rainmaker Miriam F. Martin
Sidekick Devyn Morgan
Kiss Me Again Andrea Dale
Falling For His Roommate Devyn Morgan
First Time with the Gay Vampire Mark Pace
Finding Love On Christmas Eve Devyn Morgan
Bobby and the Beast: A Gay Twink Romance Fairy Tale Mark Pace